Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.